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From "Vainglorious"

Mary Celeste
Riding a west
Africatlantical drift
Brigantine ghost
Far from the coast
Mary Celeste

Captain and crew
Able and true
Missing mysteriously
Brigantine ghost
What will you do
Mary Celeste

So blow a kiss
And let us be tossed in vermillion mist

Count a good ship out
Never count a good ship out
Never count a good ship out
Count a good ship out
Never count a good ship out
Never count a good ship out

Back at the pier
What have we here
Steering herself into port
Ladies go by
Handkerchiefs high
Hi, Mary Celeste

Handkerchiefs high
Ladies go by
Waving and chanting a toast
Brigantine ghost
Gave it her best
Mary Celeste

And far away
The spirits are tossed in the cinnabar spray

Count a good ship out
Never count a good ship out
Never count a good ship out
Count a good ship out
Never count a good ship out
Never count a good ship out

Count a good ship out
Never count a good ship out
Never count a good ship out
Count a good ship out
Never count a good ship out
Never count a good ship out

Ellen Butler - additional vocals
Steve Hankes - cajon
Greg Kutcher - electric guitar
Jeff Kutcher - washboard
Kyle Lawson - mandolin
Lauren London - additional vocals

Copyright 2012 Zach London

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From "Vainglorious"

Good morning to the sidewalks and picket fences
Good day to the paperboy
Good morning to the hoi polloi
The morning is a Roman orgy for the senses
And everyone is happy in my neighborhood

Good morning to my accidentally pregnant neighbor
Don't think 11 weeks is still
In the window for the morning after pill
But running til you faint might bring on pre-term labor
Yes, everyone is happy in my neighborhood

What a beautiful day!
The sun is peeping over the horizon
Is that a new dress New shoes
But we 're not peeping we 're just supervising
The newlyweds upstairs are socializing
At such an angle I would say,
is rather compromising

Oh, are those weeds or flowers I can't tell.
Good morning to compulsive Mr. Stover
Before I leave I check the locks
And move the little red flag up, down, up, down, up, up, down, up
On his mailbox
If I get it wrong, back inside and start over
Yes, everyone is happy in our neighborhood

Happy,
Ooh, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la!

Look around you
Not a face that looks fearful or tearful
Look around you
It's not a place that seems woeful or doleful
Look around you
Everyone is so joyful and so cheerful
Everyone is standing in their yard
All of us are smiling so darn hard

Good morning to the tumor in my neighbors torso
I haven't had to shave down there
Since starting on the chemother-air-air
It's sort of like a free bikini wax but moreso
And everyone is happy in our neighborhood
Everyone's happy in our neighborhood

Rebecca Biber - flute, additional vocals
Ellen Butler - featured townsperson
Matt Cameron - additional vocals
Kelly Clapp - additional vocals
Lauren London - featured townsperson

Nina Schwartz - additional vocals
Russ Schwartz - featured townsperson
Roy Sexton - featured townsperson

Copyright 2012 Zach London

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From "Vainglorious"

You tell me don't fill up on breadsticks
You tell me don't fill up on chips
Though self-control is not my strong suit
Ive gotten good at reading lips

Where is fancy bred
In the heart or in the head
Where does fancy start
In the eye or in the heart
Where does fancy die
In the head or in the eye

Your ancestors were oppressors
My ancestors were oppressed
They 're probably smiling down upon us now
Cause after all these years
Their rich tradition perseveres

Where is fancy bred
In the heart or in the head
Where does fancy start
In the eye or in the heart
Where does fancy die
In the head or in the eye

Dressed in a sandwich board and glasses
I let my pruning shear wit fly
Some days it's me against the masses
But when you 're with me I'm
Not quite so angry all the time

Where is fancy bred
In the heart or in the head
Where does fancy start
In the eye or in the heart
Where does fancy die
In the head or in the eye

Lauren London - additional vocals

Copyright 2011 Zach London

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From "Vainglorious"

Her family went to the Cosby Show
Sat in the studio audience
After that
They renamed the cat
Tempestt Bledsoe
And every other cat since
But her favorite part of the New York trip
And the only part she remembers well
Was the white knuckle taxi ride when
They almost died when
The driver had some kind of spell
So drain the pool
Get your skateboard down
Your mom is so cool
She's nobodys fool
She's not some kind of seatbelt wearing clown
You know that feeling when your heart was so full
Now every year you get a bit more numb
It's like you 're only alive
When youve lived through
Doing something dumb
You 're only alive
When youve lived through
Doing something dumb
She left her keys in the roller bag
Locked in her trunk at the driving range
She's on the phone with a voice that goes,
Please listen close
Cause our options may have changed.
She used to surf on the hoods of cars
With fellow vandals and saboteurs
She got off easy and wound up just
A bit concussed
But the stars she saw were all hers
So drain the pool
Get your skateboard down
Your mom is so cool
She's nobodys fool
She's not some kind of seatbelt wearing clown
You know that feeling when your heart was so full
Now every year you get a bit more numb
It's like you 're only alive
When youve lived through
Doing something dumb
Yeah, you 're only alive
When youve lived through
Doing something dumb
She's walking her dog,
Phylicia Rashad,
And thinks oh God Almighty
Why did I decide
To bury myself alive
This message will self-destruct in five
So drain the pool
Get your skateboard down
Your mom is so cool
She's nobodys fool
She's not some kind of safety-goggled clown
You know that feeling when your heart was so full
Now every year you get a bit more numb
It's like you 're only alive
When youve lived through
Doing something dumb
You 're only alive
When youve lived through
Doing something dumb
(Greg Kutcher - electric guitar
Lauren London - vocals)

Copyright 2011 Zach London

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